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Order of the mind…

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Order of the mind is a sane, truly intelligent person’s responsibility.  Real order involves integrity and purity.  How can the mind remain pure if it is merely sullied by the old-fangled values and archaic systems of the past?  One must have a clear, untarnished mind.  For that to occur, it may be that one’s mind must be open, young, and beyond mere influence.  Only profound silence beyond old systems and methods can do that.  That means not merely depending on others.  That means not merely depending on inner thoughts… that were likely implanted in one by (and “as”) others.  That means not merely depending upon time.  (Psychological and so-called spiritual methodologies — dreamed up by man — stem from the past and require time.)  Timelessness involves existing beyond one’s inner conditioning (a conditioning that is the accumulation and extension of the old patterns of others).  Most of us habitually depend upon others; most of us are afraid to stand empty, alone, and open.  “Standing alone” goes beyond psychological security and imitation.  Many go through life imitating and copying; fear has a lot to do with it.   For many, it is far easier to copy others and “go through the motions,” rather than to independently perceive and think for themselves.  (And their so-called leaders are often mentally unsound.)  Too many of us are second-hand human beings.

Real perception, empathy, and compassion, emanates from a superb, selfless mind that is beyond mere imitation and dependence.  Real compassion comes from the heart; it does not emerge from a robotic mind that merely imitates and follows orders.  In real compassion comes real action (not just reaction).  Reaction belongs to imitating, conditioning, and second-hand minds (many of whom are indifferent and puppet-like).

Red-Spotted Purple (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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8 x 8 = 64

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When i was a child, i was the scissors, the paste, the glue, and the papers.  

We were instructed to (each one of us) cut out a small paper kite and attach it to a big pegboard on the schoolroom wall.                                                                                                                                The teacher stated that whoever learned their multiplication tables to a certain                                                                                                                                                                 level would be allowed to raise their kite higher to a corresponding level.                                                                                                                                                                              I cut my kite into a grotesque shape.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Our teacher asked me why (while i was good at art) i made my kite so distorted                                                                                                                                                           and “out of shape.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         I told her that i did not want to have a nice kite that would appear to soar higher                                                                                                                                             than the kites of all of my friends.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I refused to learn the multiplication tables.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I remember, at that young age, thinking that my teacher was very crude and                                                                                                                                                         unrefined for asking us to compete in such a way against each other.                                                                                                                                                                                   After a couple of weeks, the teacher allowed me to learn the multiplication tables                                                                                                                                                       without having to place my kite on the bulletin board.                                                                                                                                                                                                           Years later, as a young adult, i visited (and worked for 6 wonderful months) in Perth,                                                                                                                                                   Ontario, at a magical place called “Family Pastimes.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                 They, at Family Pastimes, are caring vegetarians who make and sell cooperative (non-competitive) games.                                                                                                         Play together, not against each other.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     When i was a child, i was the ringing of the school bell, the giggling of boys and                                                                                                                                                                 girls, and the accordion-like, crushed paper coverings for plastic straws.

[Familypastimes.com]

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

64 flower stigmas, more or less. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

 

 

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Many of us value rather cadaverous things…

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Many of us value rather cadaverous things.  So many value fancy possessions and excessively large houses that they are fond of showing off to others.   It is likely, however, that the intrinsic intelligence of the vast universe doesn’t give a rat’s behind about fancy possessions and elaborate, ostentatious houses.  Real value is in what is free… like integrity, compassion, and pristine, uncorrupt perception.  However, so many of us were miseducated to neglect those “deep and profound” things and, instead, were taught to chase after rather superficial things that must be “earned and acquired over time.”  (They are valuable-garbage-things; in other words, they are “valuable,” but they are — if you are of deep perception — essentially worthless garbage.)  Aspects of the real beauty of integrity, compassion, and uncorrupt perception are that they are beyond the greedy clutches of grasping and “earning” and so are (in a big way) beyond time.  Most people chase after the contrived, superficial shadows while failing to see the true value in what is timeless and alive.  They are caught — while the real jewels of life elude them — in showing off their dead, shadowy treasures to each other… trying to impress.   

Before i retired, i had, as one of my students, who — though having mental retardation and though being severely multiply handicapped, including being blind and having paraplegia — had a great sense of humor and a very caring disposition.  He never displayed any hatred or malice toward anyone.  He often stated, “I love everyone.”  He never displayed any pretentious behavior; he never — though handicapped, he was more gifted than most of the other students — flaunted his abilities, and he never wanted much, but he was always happy, always joyful and caring.  He would always joke around a lot — he was a great member of our Royal Order of the Moose Club (similar to the Royal Order of Racoons on the Honeymooners show) — and he would often laugh and be zestfully living. He recently passed away.  I spoke at his funeral service to those who attended.  Many attended… because he was so genuine and pure.  He was my teacher (in a big way too); i learned a lot (about goodness and about value) from him.

Miseducation magnifies false values, portraying them to be precious.  It also often overemphasizes competition rather than joyful cooperation.  Real education goes beyond false values and transcends separation, vanity, conflict, pride, imitation, racism, hatred, competition, environmental indifference, and fractional perception.  

 

[Note:  Many years ago, when i was young, i visited, worked at, and spent a lot of time (6 months) at Family Pastimes in Ontario, Canada.  The people there live in a marvelous, very beautiful rural area (with wild bear and beavers), are vegetarians, and they make and sell cooperative (non-competitive) games.  They have been making and selling exclusively cooperative games for over 40 years.  Check out their website sometime; you will be glad you did!  www.familypastimes.com]

Spicebush Swallowtail (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Spicebush Swallowtail (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Upon this earth a here transpired…

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Upon this earth a here transpired

between all rabbits and everything inspired

 

Miraculous rambling after the tidings of dawn

beyond bourgeois commercials that boringly yawn

 

You’re not the world around you,you’ve learned assuredly

but seeing yourself apart perverts so luridly

 

To blossom past superficial darkness quite superb and transcendent

not the separative space of a shadowy pretendant

Part of the blossoming. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Part of the blossoming. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Part of the blossoming. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Part of the blossoming. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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We can blossom psychologically…

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Please don’t go through life merely sullied with the ideas, beliefs, and opinions of others (including what you may think mine might be).  Wash yourself clean of all the ideological debris and perspectives of others.  Otherwise, you may go through life contaminated, and the contaminated and mentally tarnished cannot see clearly (without distortion).  Most see with (and “as”) distortion, which may not really be seeing at all.

Some will agree with the aforementioned statements; then they will inevitably go on adhering to the patterns and edicts of others.  To perceive without contamination is an arduous thing; it may go way deeper than most of us (incorrectly) assume.  For instance, many of us assume that there is a central regulator or “I” (i.e., “me”) that is in “control” over our “internally possessed thoughts” and “internally acquired feelings.”  Few deeply and effortlessly realize that the “I” itself (along with concomitant feelings of “having” control) are (in themselves) no different than the other accumulated thoughts and feelings.   This “I” is often seen as separate from the so-called “other” psychological images observed; it is habitually viewed as being “in charge”; few (including many psychiatrists/psychologists) consider that the “I” is itself another one of the thoughts in a conditioned series.   Can one conditioned thought (psychologically separated… and projected as being different) truly be in control of the other conditioned thoughts?   Many of us consciously, or unconsciously, accept separation and conflict (as the internal norm)… and we inevitably exude this out into society (which ends up in conflict and disorder).  We can be better than the norm.  We can blossom with (and “as”) real understanding, real intelligence.

Cone Flower in the process of blossoming (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Cone Flower in the process of blossoming (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Cone Flower in the process of blossoming (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Cone Flower in the process of blossoming (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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Butterfly Poesy…

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What is oneself?

          Is one a vibrant, compassionate movement involving wholeness and integrity?

Or is one a fractional collage of mundane symbols,

          stale ideas, and bourgeois reactions?

 

Is one a radiant, superb dynamic that exists as freshness and real change?…

          Or is one a secondhand repeater of stagnant thoughts

and antiquated ideas?

 

Is one free like a splendid, magnificent butterfly?…

          Or is one a jaded prisoner of static miseducation

and barbaric, indoctrinated values?

 

The listless chrysalis always bursts into gliding

           if it leaves the secure confinement

of its own limited space.

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Beyond being bourgeois…

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Love is not of limitation.  It is endless; as such it goes beyond the rather false boundaries concocted by man.  Too many of us exist — not wholly, not globally —  in fractional modes that inevitably contribute to friction, conflict, war and separation in the world.  Too many of us cling to separative religions, governmental groups, isolated (fictional, man-made) regions, and old, polluting routines and addictions (which we merely accept).  These things are an extension of our inner fractional and disjointed psychology.  Too many of us think that there is a separate center that is internally apart from what is perceived.  (A so-called separate center inevitably projects selfishness; it is folly and it is deception.)  Too many of us were miseducated and we apperceive and function through (and “as”) this separative miseducation.  This can change.  The world can become whole, safe, and clean.  For that to happen, each of us is responsible for getting the mind whole, safe, and clean.  Clean means unpolluted.

 

Damsel in distress (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Damsel in distress (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Damsel in distress (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Damsel in distress (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016